So a new Filipino fast-food restaurant opened up in Queens this past weekend and as you can see, it cause quite a ruckus... My flips def made it serious...
Pic courtesy of Purple Face on NT...
Monday, February 16, 2009
Jollibee
So a new Filipino fast-food restaurant opened up in Queens this past weekend and as you can see, it cause quite a ruckus... My flips def made it serious...
Pic courtesy of Purple Face on NT...
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Happy New Year!
It's 2009. I won't front. This year's off to a slow fucking start. But you know what. Life isn't supposed to be easy. Fuck who you hate. Fuck who you love. Just have fun.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Gus Johnson Appreciation
BAPTISTA WITH THE CAAAAAATTTCHHHH!!!!
Gotta love when dude does Knicks games too...
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
It's a Cold Lonely World
So, Thanksgiving day I went to visit my grandma for the first time in almost two years. To keep a long story short, some family drama breaks out, divides the family, and ends up making seeing/talking to each other that much more difficult. It didn't hit me until that afternoon when I realized that it's truly a sad lonely world we live in.
My brother and I head over to my uncle's crib where she's been living at for the past, 50 years? I haven't been there in years, but it hadn't changed a bit. So my uncle accompanies us to see her in the bedroom where she spends where I'd say about twenty-two hours of her day.
When I walked into the room, a harsh reality hit me folks. I went to give my grandma a hug. Instead she resisted, held out her right hand and came at me with a handshake. I was confused. My brother was confused since he got the same treatment. She looks at my uncle and asks "Who are these two tall boys?" "They're your grand children" he said, telling her our Chinese names. "Who's kids are they?" It began to sink in. She's gone almost 98% senile.
This is the same woman who accompanied me to my first day of Kindergarten. The same woman who cut up fruits for me and brought out snacks after I finished my spelling homework. The same woman who was always over-protective of me both as an adult and child, and gave my bro a beat down if he laid a hand on me when we were kids. (lol sorry Jay) What is even crazier, is that she didn't even recognize my pops when he came to visit.
The memories of her children, grand children, and who knows what else, gone. Just like that. It's a bitch what old age can do to you. It's sad. The majority of her days she spends in her room. With the accompany of a bed, a broken drawer, a dusty table with a blanket over it and a dimmed light fixture. I guess I can understand the reasoning of her not leaving the house. She can barley recognize her own family, yet alone expect her to roam the streets.
But yeah folks. If there's any amends you've gotta make, beefs you need to settle, or need to just say hi to someone you haven't seen in a while. Take a little time, and go about doing so. Nobody deserves to go on living life like that. It's not worth it.
Sayonara folks!
My brother and I head over to my uncle's crib where she's been living at for the past, 50 years? I haven't been there in years, but it hadn't changed a bit. So my uncle accompanies us to see her in the bedroom where she spends where I'd say about twenty-two hours of her day.
When I walked into the room, a harsh reality hit me folks. I went to give my grandma a hug. Instead she resisted, held out her right hand and came at me with a handshake. I was confused. My brother was confused since he got the same treatment. She looks at my uncle and asks "Who are these two tall boys?" "They're your grand children" he said, telling her our Chinese names. "Who's kids are they?" It began to sink in. She's gone almost 98% senile.
This is the same woman who accompanied me to my first day of Kindergarten. The same woman who cut up fruits for me and brought out snacks after I finished my spelling homework. The same woman who was always over-protective of me both as an adult and child, and gave my bro a beat down if he laid a hand on me when we were kids. (lol sorry Jay) What is even crazier, is that she didn't even recognize my pops when he came to visit.
The memories of her children, grand children, and who knows what else, gone. Just like that. It's a bitch what old age can do to you. It's sad. The majority of her days she spends in her room. With the accompany of a bed, a broken drawer, a dusty table with a blanket over it and a dimmed light fixture. I guess I can understand the reasoning of her not leaving the house. She can barley recognize her own family, yet alone expect her to roam the streets.
But yeah folks. If there's any amends you've gotta make, beefs you need to settle, or need to just say hi to someone you haven't seen in a while. Take a little time, and go about doing so. Nobody deserves to go on living life like that. It's not worth it.
Sayonara folks!
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